"You are only brave when you have nothing left to lose…"
"That isn't true," Jocelynn protested, but even to her own ears, the words sounded hollow.
"Isn't it?" The Olive Seed said as it sat back in Old Nan's chair. "Then let's set aside the visions. Let's speak of the life you actually lived."
The fire in the hearth crackled softly. It was smaller now. The darkness at the edge of its light had crept closer, close enough that Jocelynn could no longer see the floorboards beyond the hearthstones.
"When you believed that Ashlynn was dead, and Eleanor had died in her cell to save you, you made up your mind to kill Owain Lothian," the Olive Seed said. "You strapped a knife to your thigh beneath your wedding gown. You meant to come close enough to plunge it into his chest, just the way he'd taught you in the dungeons beneath his manor."
